Wednesday, February 27, 2013

A Rose Is a Rose Is a Rose... On a Flag

Back in the studio after a couple of days of other projects and a day of pure fun with an old friend. In fact we are so old we go all the way back to 4th or 5th grade (neither of us can remember). When we get together we giggle like a couple of 4th graders, so maybe that was it and we have failed to progress. But, I'm rambling which reminds me of roses and that is where we are. It was a tough fight between sunflower, chrysanthemum, bird of paradise, zinnia, acanthus and, my fave, bells of Ireland. Rose won not for being faster, but because I remember the roses in front of Pat's house and how she loves them. And, what do you know, in Flower Language the red rose means love. Every garden should have lots and lots of love wafting about on the breeze - in fact, I think it may be a law, or a code, or something.

The drawing is ready:

Next is to print it out onto the studio paper and then transfer to the block, sharpen knives, and carve, baby, carve!

Bare Bones Art

About Me

Name: Sharri LaPierre
Gender: Female
Location: Vancouver, WA USA
Education: BA Studio Art
University of CA, Irvine CA
I’m a mother and a grand
mother and an absolutely great aunt. I have 2 grown children who turned out to be wonderful friends and excellent role models. One of them has blessed me with two grand-daughters and the other with two grand dogs. I live on 5 acres north of Vancouver where I happily work in my studio almost every day.

A Wee Bit o' Personal History

My birth name is Bowens, the Anglicized version of the original Gaelic, Bones. Hence, the connection in Rag & Bone. In days of yore the junk man used to go around with his cart and collect rags and bones and then take the rags to the paper maker and the bones to the smithy to be turned into charcoal for making pigment. Paper + ink + Bones = Printmaker.

The Circus Animals Desertion

Now that my ladders gone,I must lie downWhere all the ladders startIn the foul rag and bone shop of the heart.